Chapter 2292: 2292
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Gao Baixuan was in a complicated mood and didn't move for a long time: "he only brought it back last year?"
"Yes."
"Where did you bring it back?"“ It should be the capital. " The housekeeper said: "at that time, my husband brought back a lot of things in the capital, and they all seemed to be things that he would not normally pay attention to or touch. Moreover, these things were sorted out by himself, and we all know them
It's not for you to touch. "
"What about some other things? Where did he put it? "
"It's either the bedroom or the study. I'm not particularly clear about the details." The housekeeper said, "why don't you look for it?"
Gao Baixuan nodded.
Naturally, there are not many things in the wardrobe. He opened the bedside table beside him. When he opened it, he was stunned to see the bottles in the cabinet.
That's sleeping pills.
It's full of a drawer, and many of them are unopened.
Gao Baixuan held his forehead and sat on the bed, "so many sleeping pills? Is that all he keeps for food? " The housekeeper said faintly: "two years ago, sir... After a night of hoarseness, he didn't sleep at night. After a long time, he couldn't bear it. So he asked the doctor to prescribe sleeping pills for him. Every night, he would take two sleeping pills to go to sleep. Otherwise, he couldn't sleep. However, even if the husband took sleeping pills, he could not sleep steadily. He would wake up after sleeping for three or more hours every day, so he was not in good health and lost a lot of weight in the past two years. In fact, this is not all,
Sir, you've used more than what you see in front of you. "
"White head all night? I don't think his hair is always black? " Gao Baixuan is puzzled to ask“ My husband would go to the hair salon to dye it every once in a while, "sighed the housekeeper." my husband's hair is snow-white. It's completely white. It doesn't match my age and temperament at all. My husband is also a good face man. He would dye it every once in a while
It's a hair accident, so I don't know much about Mr. White head. "
"When did it happen?"
"Well, I can't remember clearly, but it seems that it was the night before my wife was... Killed by the police."
It was the night his mother died.
Gao Baixuan took a deep breath, eyes slightly red, gritted his teeth and said: "he has insomnia. Besides taking sleeping pills, is there no other way?"“ There should be other ways. The doctor advised him, but he didn't seem to care. Or, even if the doctor ordered him to cooperate with the treatment, even if the husband tried perfunctorily for several times, he could always forget the doctor's advice. Later, the doctor became angry and didn't want to
It's none of his business
Gao Baixuan didn't speak any more, and the housekeeper couldn't speak.
For a long time, Gao Baixuan said: "go to the study and have a look."
Fu Jincheng's study is not big either. It's far from where he lived with Lin Yixun before. There are many things, but they are not chaotic.
Gao Baixuan asked the housekeeper, "is there anything he likes in his study?"
"The study is very important. Basically, we won't come in. My husband doesn't like to disturb him when he is reading."
Gao Baixuan sat down in his chair, opened the drawer of his desk, and turned it over. He found that it was something rather small, and there was nothing to pay attention to.
Then, on the bamboo tube next to him, he saw some rolled up paintings, and he took them out to have a look.
When he opened the front, Gao Baixuan knew that it was a portrait.
With his previous experience, he quickly spread out his paintings. Sure enough, he saw Gao Yunjin leave his mark at the sign of the hem.
"This is the portrait of my husband when he was young?" The housekeeper also looked over, "ah, it's very nice to see, and it seems that I'm still very young. At that time, I guess I haven't done anything for my husband."
There are several paintings, all of which are painted by Gao Yunjin. Moreover, Gao Baixuan sees one that hasn't been finished and hasn't signed.
But when you look at the strokes and lines, it's not hard to see that they are from the same person as the previous sketches.
The painting was not finished, but Fu Jincheng did not favor one over the other. He still rolled it up with a soft cloth tape.
Before Gao Baixuan came over, he thought he would be able to watch it later, but he stayed for a long time in the place where Fu Jincheng lived for two years.
It was not until the evening that he brought the bag and took the things away.
The housekeeper sent him away and asked, "young master, will you come back here?"
About Gao Baixuan and Fu Jincheng, the housekeeper is not completely clear, but he also knows a lot.
He knew that Gao Baixuan didn't want to recognize Fu Jincheng as his father.
Now, it seems different.
"It should be."
The housekeeper understood and laughed happily: "OK, young master, please inform me before you come back next time, and I'll let the kitchen prepare the food for you."
"Well."
Gao Baixuan left.
Fu Xiaocheng didn't expect that he came back with so many things. He was stunned and asked, "what is it?"
"It's something he's paid more attention to these two years." Gaobaixuan finish this, pause, just added: "and, it's all about mom."
When Xue yonglou heard the speech, he came to have a look. When he saw the paintings Gao Yunjin had painted for Fu Jincheng and the clothes he had made, he was silent.
Fu Xiaocheng asked: "are they all found in his current residence?"
"Well." Gao Baixuan seemed to think of something: "by the way, do you... Know about his white head all night?"
"I know." Fu Xiaocheng said.
"When did you know?"
"After burying your mother, when I went to the place where your father lived to find your father, I heard what the servant said."
Gao Baixuan no longer asked.
Now, Gao Yunjin is dead, and Fu Jincheng is dead too. What's more, it's just sentimental.
He just said, "bury him with his mother."
Fu Xiaocheng and Xue yonglou are stunned, Fu Xiaocheng smiles, and Xue yonglou doesn't object any more.
So, the day before Fu Jincheng was buried, they flew to the capital with Fu Jincheng's body in a private plane and buried Fu Jincheng and Gao Yunjin together.
After Fu Jincheng was buried, Gao Baixuan went back to the capital.
In less than three months, he received the notice that master Fu was ill and caught up with him for the last time.
Mr. Fu held his hand: "An'an, grandfather Zeng... Has made a will. I... your father and I have given you our share. I know it's hard for you, but grandfather Zeng really hopes you can take over Fu --"
The heir of the family didn't come out for a day. Even if he died, he couldn't feel at ease.
Before he had finished speaking, the Fu family started to make trouble, but the housekeeper asked someone to hold it down.
Seeing that master Fu was dying, Gao Baixuan shook his hand: "good."
Master Fu laughed, tears came out, "ah, good, good..."
I didn't finish, I stopped breathing. After the death of master Fu, Gao Baixuan formally returned to the Fu family, took over the Fu family and wrote his own legend.
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Gao Baixuan was in a complicated mood and didn't move for a long time: "he only brought it back last year?"
"Yes."
"Where did you bring it back?"“ It should be the capital. " The housekeeper said: "at that time, my husband brought back a lot of things in the capital, and they all seemed to be things that he would not normally pay attention to or touch. Moreover, these things were sorted out by himself, and we all know them
It's not for you to touch. "
"What about some other things? Where did he put it? "
"It's either the bedroom or the study. I'm not particularly clear about the details." The housekeeper said, "why don't you look for it?"
Gao Baixuan nodded.
Naturally, there are not many things in the wardrobe. He opened the bedside table beside him. When he opened it, he was stunned to see the bottles in the cabinet.
That's sleeping pills.
It's full of a drawer, and many of them are unopened.
Gao Baixuan held his forehead and sat on the bed, "so many sleeping pills? Is that all he keeps for food? " The housekeeper said faintly: "two years ago, sir... After a night of hoarseness, he didn't sleep at night. After a long time, he couldn't bear it. So he asked the doctor to prescribe sleeping pills for him. Every night, he would take two sleeping pills to go to sleep. Otherwise, he couldn't sleep. However, even if the husband took sleeping pills, he could not sleep steadily. He would wake up after sleeping for three or more hours every day, so he was not in good health and lost a lot of weight in the past two years. In fact, this is not all,
Sir, you've used more than what you see in front of you. "
"White head all night? I don't think his hair is always black? " Gao Baixuan is puzzled to ask“ My husband would go to the hair salon to dye it every once in a while, "sighed the housekeeper." my husband's hair is snow-white. It's completely white. It doesn't match my age and temperament at all. My husband is also a good face man. He would dye it every once in a while
It's a hair accident, so I don't know much about Mr. White head. "
"When did it happen?"
"Well, I can't remember clearly, but it seems that it was the night before my wife was... Killed by the police."
It was the night his mother died.
Gao Baixuan took a deep breath, eyes slightly red, gritted his teeth and said: "he has insomnia. Besides taking sleeping pills, is there no other way?"“ There should be other ways. The doctor advised him, but he didn't seem to care. Or, even if the doctor ordered him to cooperate with the treatment, even if the husband tried perfunctorily for several times, he could always forget the doctor's advice. Later, the doctor became angry and didn't want to
It's none of his business
Gao Baixuan didn't speak any more, and the housekeeper couldn't speak.
For a long time, Gao Baixuan said: "go to the study and have a look."
Fu Jincheng's study is not big either. It's far from where he lived with Lin Yixun before. There are many things, but they are not chaotic.
Gao Baixuan asked the housekeeper, "is there anything he likes in his study?"
"The study is very important. Basically, we won't come in. My husband doesn't like to disturb him when he is reading."
Gao Baixuan sat down in his chair, opened the drawer of his desk, and turned it over. He found that it was something rather small, and there was nothing to pay attention to.
Then, on the bamboo tube next to him, he saw some rolled up paintings, and he took them out to have a look.
When he opened the front, Gao Baixuan knew that it was a portrait.
With his previous experience, he quickly spread out his paintings. Sure enough, he saw Gao Yunjin leave his mark at the sign of the hem.
"This is the portrait of my husband when he was young?" The housekeeper also looked over, "ah, it's very nice to see, and it seems that I'm still very young. At that time, I guess I haven't done anything for my husband."
There are several paintings, all of which are painted by Gao Yunjin. Moreover, Gao Baixuan sees one that hasn't been finished and hasn't signed.
But when you look at the strokes and lines, it's not hard to see that they are from the same person as the previous sketches.
The painting was not finished, but Fu Jincheng did not favor one over the other. He still rolled it up with a soft cloth tape.
Before Gao Baixuan came over, he thought he would be able to watch it later, but he stayed for a long time in the place where Fu Jincheng lived for two years.
It was not until the evening that he brought the bag and took the things away.
The housekeeper sent him away and asked, "young master, will you come back here?"
About Gao Baixuan and Fu Jincheng, the housekeeper is not completely clear, but he also knows a lot.
He knew that Gao Baixuan didn't want to recognize Fu Jincheng as his father.
Now, it seems different.
"It should be."
The housekeeper understood and laughed happily: "OK, young master, please inform me before you come back next time, and I'll let the kitchen prepare the food for you."
"Well."
Gao Baixuan left.
Fu Xiaocheng didn't expect that he came back with so many things. He was stunned and asked, "what is it?"
"It's something he's paid more attention to these two years." Gaobaixuan finish this, pause, just added: "and, it's all about mom."
When Xue yonglou heard the speech, he came to have a look. When he saw the paintings Gao Yunjin had painted for Fu Jincheng and the clothes he had made, he was silent.
Fu Xiaocheng asked: "are they all found in his current residence?"
"Well." Gao Baixuan seemed to think of something: "by the way, do you... Know about his white head all night?"
"I know." Fu Xiaocheng said.
"When did you know?"
"After burying your mother, when I went to the place where your father lived to find your father, I heard what the servant said."
Gao Baixuan no longer asked.
Now, Gao Yunjin is dead, and Fu Jincheng is dead too. What's more, it's just sentimental.
He just said, "bury him with his mother."
Fu Xiaocheng and Xue yonglou are stunned, Fu Xiaocheng smiles, and Xue yonglou doesn't object any more.
So, the day before Fu Jincheng was buried, they flew to the capital with Fu Jincheng's body in a private plane and buried Fu Jincheng and Gao Yunjin together.
After Fu Jincheng was buried, Gao Baixuan went back to the capital.
In less than three months, he received the notice that master Fu was ill and caught up with him for the last time.
Mr. Fu held his hand: "An'an, grandfather Zeng... Has made a will. I... your father and I have given you our share. I know it's hard for you, but grandfather Zeng really hopes you can take over Fu --"
The heir of the family didn't come out for a day. Even if he died, he couldn't feel at ease.
Before he had finished speaking, the Fu family started to make trouble, but the housekeeper asked someone to hold it down.
Seeing that master Fu was dying, Gao Baixuan shook his hand: "good."
Master Fu laughed, tears came out, "ah, good, good..."
I didn't finish, I stopped breathing. After the death of master Fu, Gao Baixuan formally returned to the Fu family, took over the Fu family and wrote his own legend.
Gao Baixuan was in a complicated mood and didn't move for a long time: "he only brought it back last year?""Yes.""Where did you bring it back?" It should be the capital. " The housekeeper said: "at that time, my husband brought back a lot of things in the capital, and they all seemed to be things that he would not normally pay attention to or touch. Moreover, these things were sorted out by himself, and we all know themIt's not for you to touch. ""What about some other things? Where did he put it? ""It's either the bedroom or the study. I'm not particularly clear about the details." The housekeeper said, "why don't you look for it?"Gao Baixuan nodded.Naturally, there are not many things in the wardrobe. He opened the bedside table beside him. When he opened it, he was stunned to see the bottles in the cabinet.That's sleeping pills.It's full of a drawer, and many of them are unopened.Gao Baixuan held his forehead and sat on the bed, "so many sleeping pills? Is that all he keeps for food? " The housekeeper said faintly: "two years ago, sir... After a night of hoarseness, he didn't sleep at night. After a long time, he couldn't bear it. So he asked the doctor to prescribe sleeping pills for him. Every night, he would take two sleeping pills to go to sleep. Otherwise, he couldn't sleep. However, even if the husband took sleeping pills, he could not sleep steadily. He would wake up after sleeping for three or more hours every day, so he was not in good health and lost a lot of weight in the past two years. In fact, this is not all,Sir, you've used more than what you see in front of you. ""White head all night? I don't think his hair is always black? " Gao Baixuan is puzzled to ask My husband would go to the hair salon to dye it every once in a while, "sighed the housekeeper." my husband's hair is snow-white. It's completely white. It doesn't match my age and temperament at all. My husband is also a good face man. He would dye it every once in a whileIt's a hair accident, so I don't know much about Mr. White head. ""When did it happen?""Well, I can't remember clearly, but it seems that it was the night before my wife was... Killed by the police."It was the night his mother died.Gao Baixuan took a deep breath, eyes slightly red, gritted his teeth and said: "he has insomnia. Besides taking sleeping pills, is there no other way?" There should be other ways. The doctor advised him, but he didn't seem to care. Or, even if the doctor ordered him to cooperate with the treatment, even if the husband tried perfunctorily for several times, he could always forget the doctor's advice. Later, the doctor became angry and didn't want toIt's none of his businessGao Baixuan didn't speak any more, and the housekeeper couldn't speak.For a long time, Gao Baixuan said: "go to the study and have a look."Fu Jincheng's study is not big either. It's far from where he lived with Lin Yixun before. There are many things, but they are not chaotic.Gao Baixuan asked the housekeeper, "is there anything he likes in his study?""The study is very important. Basically, we won't come in. My husband doesn't like to disturb him when he is reading."Gao Baixuan sat down in his chair, opened the drawer of his desk, and turned it over. He found that it was something rather small, and there was nothing to pay attention to.Then, on the bamboo tube next to him, he saw some rolled up paintings, and he took them out to have a look.When he opened the front, Gao Baixuan knew that it was a portrait.With his previous experience, he quickly spread out his paintings. Sure enough, he saw Gao Yunjin leave his mark at the sign of the hem."This is the portrait of my husband when he was young?" The housekeeper also looked over, "ah, it's very nice to see, and it seems that I'm still very young. At that time, I guess I haven't done anything for my husband."There are several paintings, all of which are painted by Gao Yunjin. Moreover, Gao Baixuan sees one that hasn't been finished and hasn't signed.But when you look at the strokes and lines, it's not hard to see that they are from the same person as the previous sketches.The painting was not finished, but Fu Jincheng did not favor one over the other. He still rolled it up with a soft cloth tape.Before Gao Baixuan came over, he thought he would be able to watch it later, but he stayed for a long time in the place where Fu Jincheng lived for two years.It was not until the evening that he brought the bag and took the things away.The housekeeper sent him away and asked, "young master, will you come back here?"About Gao Baixuan and Fu Jincheng, the housekeeper is not completely clear, but he also knows a lot.He knew that Gao Baixuan didn't want to recognize Fu Jincheng as his father.Now, it seems different."It should be."The housekeeper understood and laughed happily: "OK, young master, please inform me before you come back next time, and I'll let the kitchen prepare the food for you.""Well."Gao Baixuan left.Fu Xiaocheng didn't expect that he came back with so many things. He was stunned and asked, "what is it?""It's something he's paid more attention to these two years." Gaobaixuan finish this, pause, just added: "and, it's all about mom."When Xue yonglou heard the speech, he came to have a look. When he saw the paintings Gao Yunjin had painted for Fu Jincheng and the clothes he had made, he was silent.Fu Xiaocheng asked: "are they all found in his current residence?""Well." Gao Baixuan seemed to think of something: "by the way, do you... Know about his white head all night?""I know." Fu Xiaocheng said."When did you know?""After burying your mother, when I went to the place where your father lived to find your father, I heard what the servant said."Gao Baixuan no longer asked.Now, Gao Yunjin is dead, and Fu Jincheng is dead too. What's more, it's just sentimental.He just said, "bury him with his mother."Fu Xiaocheng and Xue yonglou are stunned, Fu Xiaocheng smiles, and Xue yonglou doesn't object any more.So, the day before Fu Jincheng was buried, they flew to the capital with Fu Jincheng's body in a private plane and buried Fu Jincheng and Gao Yunjin together.After Fu Jincheng was buried, Gao Baixuan went back to the capital.In less than three months, he received the notice that master Fu was ill and caught up with him for the last time.Mr. Fu held his hand: "An'an, grandfather Zeng... Has made a will. I... your father and I have given you our share. I know it's hard for you, but grandfather Zeng really hopes you can take over Fu --"The heir of the family didn't come out for a day. Even if he died, he couldn't feel at ease.Before he had finished speaking, the Fu family started to make trouble, but the housekeeper asked someone to hold it down.Seeing that master Fu was dying, Gao Baixuan shook his hand: "good."Master Fu laughed, tears came out, "ah, good, good..."I didn't finish, I stopped breathing. After the death of master Fu, Gao Baixuan formally returned to the Fu family, took over the Fu family and wrote his own legend.
